We have many a crammed, jammed and slammed doors in our little home. And one of them is under the sink. In most homes, below the basin lives the Anna Nicole Smith of slobby trainwrecks.
Our problem is that my boyfriend likes to keep cleaning supplies down there and I like to store oil and vinegar in there. I don't really know why I do that...yes, I do. That was a lie. Forgive me Jesus. Thank you, amen. It's because my mother does it. That's where her oil and vinegar are...hence, this apple keeps her apple cider vinegar where the tree did.
So with a little help from this "organize-anything-post" from the fab youngsters - I was able to quickly separate and clean out the pipes...err...under the pipes. I separated the cleaning stuff into one huge pile and the more edible stuff into a different pile.
Then I wiped down the cabinet before
So check it out! Cool beans, right?! I filled the slidey storage thingie with everything for cleaning the kitchen. All the other miscellaneous cleaning supplies (like the swiffer stuff and the grill cleaner) got reallocated to more appropriate locations.
And now my oils are clearly separated from the cleaning stuff. Whew! And in the middle of the cabinet lives the the trash bags and the Clorox wipes - dude, I know it is a waste of money but I love me these wipes...I would bathe with them if Jeremy would let me.
So....tada! Doesn't it look like a thousand bazillion times better? Don't worry though - I still have many more cabinets (and closets - heck, whole rooms) that need a bit o' organization...so you aren't alone friends!
And for all of you that had such wonderful input on my rug situation - you confirmed it - it is too small for the massive amounts of wood that need to be covered in the kitchen. But I definitely appreciate all you folks who recommended that I move it to the sink area - it looks mucho bueno! Of course, now my boyfriend is the only one who gets to benefit from the cushiness seeing as he is the dishes-man. Hey - I cook, he does the dishes....I say it's a good deal.
What else is a good deal? You coming into my kitchen and telling me I have a nice rack...and in return, I swear I won't think you are creepy or lezzie :)